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M ILTON rode his bicycle one Sat- urday afternoon to the first of the towns in which he wished to preach. In a car park two small girls, sucking sweets, listened to him. He eXplained about St. Rosa of Viterbo. He felt he was a listener, too, that his voice came from somewhere outside himself-from St. Rosa, he eXplained to the two small girls. He heard himself saying that his sister Hazel refused to return to the province. He heard himself de- scribing the silent village, and the drums and the flutes that brought music to it, and the suit his father wore only on the day of the celebration. St. Rosa could mourn Dudgeon McDavie, he explained, a Protestant man from Loughgall who'd been murdered ages ago. St. Rosa could forgive the brutish soldiers and their masked adversaries, one or another of them responsible for each of the shattered motorcars and shrouded bodies that came and went on the television screen. Father Mulhall had been furious, Milton said in the car park, you could see it in his eyes: he'd been furious because a Protestant boy was sitting down in his house. St. Rosa of Viterbo had given him her holy kiss, he said: you could tell that Father Mulhall considered that im- possible. The following Saturday Milton cycled to another town, a little farther away, and on the subsequent Saturday he preached in a third town. He did not think of it as preaching, more as just telling people about his experience. It was what he had to do, he ex- plained, and he noticed that when people began to listen they usually didn't go away. Shoppers paused, old men out for a walk passed the time in his company, leaning against a shop- FEBRUARY 24,1992 window or the wall of a public lava- tory. Once or twice in an afternoon someone was abusive. On the fourth Saturday Mr. Leeson and Herbert Cutcheon arrived in Mr. Leeson's Ford Granada and hustled Milton into it. Noone spoke a word on the journey back. "'Shame'?" Milton said when his mother employed the word. "On all of us, Milton." In church people regarded him suspiciously, and he noticed that Addy sometimes couldn't stop staring at him. When he smiled at Esme Dunshea she didn't smile back; Billy Carew avoided him. His father insisted that under no circumstances whatsoever should he ever again preach about a woman in the orchards. Milton began to explain that he must, that he had been given the task. "N 0," his father said. "That's the end of it, Milton," his mother said. She hated it even more than his father did, a woman kissing him on the lips. The next Saturday afternoon they locked him into the bedroom he shared with Stewart, releasing him at six o'clock. But on Sunday morning he rode away again, and had again to be searched for in the streets of towns. After that, greater care was taken. Stewart was moved out of the bedroom and the following weekend Milton remained under duress there, the door unlocked so that he could go to the lavatory, his meals carried up to him by his mother, who said nothing when she placed the tray on a chest of drawers. Milton expected that on Monday morning everything would be normal again, that his punishment would then have run its course. But this was not so. He was released to work beside his father, clearing out a ditch, and all day there were never more than a couple of yards between them. In the evening he was returned to the bedroom. The door was again secured, and so it always was after that. On winter Sundays, when his sis- ter Addy and the Reverend Cutcheon came to sit in the back room, he remained upstairs. He no longer ac- companied the family to church. When Garfield came from Belfast on a week- end he refused to carry food to the bedroom, although Milton often heard their mother requesting him to. For a long time now Garfield had not ad-